First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 197: If you won’t say it, then don’t say it for the rest of your life

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Scarface found himself stuck in a dilemma.

Feeling the stares from around the room, he felt like his pride had been stomped all over.

But he didn’t dare explode — the newcomer’s ruthlessness was plain to see.

Even more brutal than the shady stuff they themselves dabbled in.

Yet to repeat what he just said in front of everyone would be no different from humiliating himself.

Gritting his teeth, Scarface cupped his hands: “May I ask which path you walk, sir?”

As for that 749 Investigator title?

No way he believed that.

If someone who comes rolling in with black smoke like that could be a 749 Investigator,

then hell, he could be one too!

What a joke.

The more Lu Ding heard, the more pssed off he got.

What, just because there was a little black smoke?

What’s with all these people?

Are they blind!!?

Do they really think Lu Ding’s the same as them — dirty-handed, sketchy, suspicious types?

What a f**ing joke — he was a legit, by-the-book, dyed-in-the-wool, purple-red-to-black official 749 Investigator!!

With a flash,

Lu Ding vanished from the air.

When he reappeared, he was already standing right in front of Scarface.

He grabbed his face and slammed it down hard onto the rough stone floor.

BANG!!!!

Blood splattered.

“I told you to finish what you were saying earlier — are you too stupid to understand human speech, or just deaf?”

Pain crashed in — half of Scarface’s head was smashed in.

Exactly like the injury his guy Hei-zi got earlier. Only difference was one was on the left, one on the right.

But they were symmetrical.

If the two of them took photos, they could probably make a cute couple’s profile pic.

Scarface might’ve been street trash,

but he’d been around the block for years.

Afraid of dying? Sure. Everyone fears death.

But beyond that instinct, he still had that outlaw spirit that didn’t fear death.

“F*** your mother!!”

Scarface cursed furiously, swinging a punch at Lu Ding.

Lu Ding gave him a glance.

Eye flicked — technique activated.

An invisible slash exploded toward Scarface’s incoming fist.

Blood and severed arm flew out together.

Lu Ding raised his hand and smashed downward.

CRACK!!!

Using the hard wall, he crushed Scarface’s skull on the spot.

“If you won’t say it, then don’t say it for the rest of your life.”

“Big Bro!!!!”

“Scarface Bro!!!”

“I’ll f***ing kill you!!”

Shouts and curses broke out one after another.

The rest of the Sheep Intestine Alley cultivators charged toward Lu Ding.

A fight was about to explode.

Wang Qingge lifted her little wooden sign and was about to rush in.

Her memory might be terrible, but she wasn’t dumb.

It was clear that Lu Ding had come to help her.

Now that he’d jumped in, how could she just stand there?

But just as she was about to move, Cao Ying stopped her.

He gathered spiritual energy in his hand to form words:

【Don’t be reckless — you might get hit by accident】

Wang Qingge raised her sign.

【Hit by accident?】

She turned her head to look.

A strange breeze whipped through the stone hall, carrying thousands upon thousands of slashes.

Like a giant meat grinder, it left chaos in its wake.

The stench of blood was so strong it made people want to puke.

In just the blink of an eye, the entire group of Sheep Intestine Alley cultivators lay flattened on the floor.

Wang Qingge’s eyes widened slightly.

She raised her sign.

【So cool】

Cao Ying didn’t quite get it — how was this “cool”?

Even with all his years running through the mountains, seeing his fair share of nasty scenes,

he still couldn’t help but feel a little sick inside right now.

He swallowed.

Wang Qingge raised her sign again.

【Useless — don’t you understand the violent beauty of life-and-death artistry?】

Then the words on her sign changed again.

【They all deserved to die. They called me a lama — and they even cussed me out.】

Cao Ying was confused.

Lama?

Are these people blind? Couldn’t they see the Daoist robe she was wearing?

Over on the side, after wiping out the Sheep Intestine Alley crew, Lu Ding turned and looked around.

At this point, the stone hall was empty.

The cultivators who had been eating and resting earlier had all vanished without a trace.

Lu Ding turned and called to Cao Ying: “You got the contact info for the owner of this place?”

“Yeah, why, Brother Lu?”

Cao Ying had a thought — was Lu bro planning to take out the owner too...

“Message him for me — tell him I’ll cover the damages from today, and the cleanup fees too. Just make sure he sends me a receipt. I’ll reimburse it.”

Lu Ding wasn’t the kind to be unreasonable.

He’d thrown hands in someone else’s place, busted things up, made a mess.

It should be compensated.

No bullying.

As soon as he finished speaking, a server peeked out from the corner.

Face pale, he said, “O-our boss said you don’t need to pay.”

“Thanks.”

Lu Ding gave a quick thanks, then pulled out his phone as he walked out with Cao Ying and Wang Qingge.

Not until they were out the door did he turn to Cao Ying and say, “I just transferred 500,000 to you — give it to the owner.”

“No need for that much, Brother Lu.”

“Just 100,000 would be plenty.”

As far as Cao Ying was concerned, this dump — 500k could buy a new one.

Lu Ding hadn’t even torn it down; that much wasn’t needed.

“I glanced at the price list on the wall earlier. Nothing was cheap. And after all this mess today, it might hurt their business going forward.”

“When you add it up, 500k isn’t a lot — not for me.”

While fighting, Lu Ding had casually checked the price tags on the wall.

The dishes — even the cheapest ones were a few hundred, and only a few options.

Most of the others were in the thousands, even tens of thousands.

Compensation should match the situation.

Cao Ying nodded: “Brother Lu, you’re seriously fair-minded!”

Lu Ding smiled back: “Cut it out.”

Then he looked at Wang Qingge in her Daoist robes.

What could he say — his first impression of her was actually pretty good.

And she had come to help, after all.

It’s important to be polite — people who help you shouldn’t be left hanging.

So Lu Ding took the initiative to greet her and introduced himself: “Hello, I’m Lu Ding — 749 Investigator.”

As soon as he said it.

Lu Ding suddenly remembered what Cao Ying had told him — that this girl was a little hard of hearing and often misheard things.

Just as he was about to gather spiritual energy to write it out,

he saw Wang Qingge’s face light up with shock.

She excitedly raised her sign.

【What did you just say!!! Can you say it again!!?】

Lu Ding thought, okay, she probably misunderstood him.

He raised his hand and gathered his previous words into visible script.

Wang Qingge stared at it,

then started hopping in place, holding her sign.

【Yes, that’s it, that’s it, I can hear you! I can actually hear what you’re saying!!】

【Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!】

Cao Ying was stunned too.

He cut in and asked, “Wait, can you hear me too?”

Wang Qingge stopped bouncing, held up her sign.

【What kind of nonsense are you saying, can’t understand — type it.】